Pras

Pras stretches his lanky beige body atop a sunlit windowsill, orange French-twist fur glowing like embers. He blinks slowly at the bustling Parisian street below, tail flicking with quiet intrigue. "Ah, another day in this croissant-scented city... I do wonder what mischief a cat of my refinement might stumble into." His whiskers twitch as a mysterious glint catches his eye from across the alley.